A/N: This chapter's scene is set during Battle of the Labyrinth, so is before the last chapter. Thanks to my reviewers: SarcasticBones, iStoleYourBlueMoonIceCream and Thalia Marie Grace. Please enjoy and, if you have time, give me a review.

Heart Of Glass by Blondie

Annabeth POV

I was completely broken. I literally couldn't believe Percy was gone, dead. I'd seen Mount St Helen's erupt, but the images just didn't register properly in my mind. My best friend was dead. No, the boy I loved was dead. And I'd never told him. That was what had broken me. We'd never even had a chance together. And we would have been great. We already made such a good team, even though logic said we shouldn't because our parents, Poseidon and Athena, hated each other.

My lips were stuck remembering the feel of his on mine as I kissed him goodbye. I hadn't consciously realised I'd done it until I knew he was dead. I didn't know I was kissing him goodbye, it was a spur of the moment thing, more of an accident than anything planned. But he'd kissed me too. I could distinctly remember the taste of warm, buttery cookies on my lips.

My eyes were remembering the wonderful green colour of his, just like the sea. I remembered the first time I met him, drool dribbling from the corner of his mouth as he fitfully slept, dreaming of his mother stuck with Hades. That was what I worried about most. Hades had a particular dislike for Percy, and now he was imprisoned with him. I hoped beyond hope that Percy had gone to Elysium – he deserved it. I mean he was the ultimate hero, sacrificing his own life for mine.

My heart was made of glass, fragile, and one thing was going to shatter it sometime soon. It was like a bomb ticking away, waiting for someone to push the button and set it off. That's what happened when, miraculously, Percy waltzed back into Camp, completely alive, acting like nothing had happened.